User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20160229125923/@comment-1298206-20160301024323

''Tikus prepared himself mentally as he drew the shortsword from its scabbard. His heart was racing. His paws were trembling slightly as the sound of the vermin drew closer along with the screams of agony. The shrew steadied his grip on the shortsword by holding it with both paws. He looked at Idunn.'' "Ready, mate?"